Not again
That damned goldfish's identity crisis has to end soon.
I tried reasoning with him yesterday, that didn't work. Then he got all huffy saying everybody was picking on him and nobody understands him.
What the hell does he expect when he redecorates in pink? Thanks for the backup guys, I truly appreciate it.
So I took the little sumbeech behind the woodshed, so to speak, and whooped his ass. After the beating he promised to get things back to normal, or as normal as they get around here. Problem is I came in this afternoon and he's wearing a gimp mask that he refuses to take it off and he keeps asking for spankings.
I'm betting he thinks that sadie finds him being masochistic sexy.
Damned goldfish.
HAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
That is SO wrong, Phin. I'm getting very worried about you;-)
Posted by: sadie at May 25, 2005 03:18 PMI think a Big bowl of tarter sauce and a few sliced lemons for garnish with the understanding that if he doesn't get his act together he was gonna be wearing a crispy coat of breading.
Posted by: ptownmatt at May 25, 2005 05:33 PMThis goldfish reminds me of my little sisters. Going from a cute little guppy, to a goose-stepping commie, to a purty-in-pink priss, to....this.
Funny as all get out, though, I tell ya what!
Posted by: Moe at May 25, 2005 07:33 PMIsn't Moveable Type fun?
Posted by: William Teach at May 25, 2005 08:12 PMBeen awhile since I've visited... do you have schizophrenia or something now?
Posted by: Chase at May 25, 2005 11:57 PMsadie, no need to worry I'm sure the meds will kick in any day now.
matt, will a coat made of bread hold up under water? I was thinking more along the lines of a straight jacket.
moe, umm, damn, I'm really not what to say.
Cap'n Teach, I'm so damned amused with MT it ought to be a crime.
Chase, I checked with all three of the voices in my head and they said it defiantly isn't schizophrenia.
